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The Very Big, Bad White Thing

The very big, bad white thing By Michelle Morris 26/11/2022 I am the very big, bad white thing Some love me, some hate me But I have no feeling I am created by choice and reason I am the very big, bad white thing Some can taste me and leave me be Some taste me and I become an addiction Some taste me and enjoy the freedom I am the very big, bad white thing I cost so much more than money Bodies and reputations Lives and families all fall down I am the very big, bad white thing Have you guessed yet? Do you know what I am? Are you scared yet of what I can take? I am the very big, bad white thing... I am cocaine I am a drug I am an addiction I am an affliction I am expensive I am death I am the very big, bad white thing Choose me and play Russian Roulette With your life and soul For I play for keeps © Michelle Morris, 2022

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Date: 2/2/2023 5:11:00 PM
Wow, yes.
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Date: 2/3/2023 10:35:00 AM
Thank you, Miranda. :-)

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